Aspen Juniper Veata has only ever known Beacon Hills to be a quiet and dainty town. Herself, along with her best friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, had gone unnoticed by their peers in high school for as long as they could remember. Aspen ha...
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Aspen followed Scott right after lunch, matching his pace as he sped down the hallway, brushing past students traveling the opposite direction. Noticing someone next to him, Scott glanced over to Aspen. "You saw that, huh?" he asked.
"Yea, what happened in there? The lunch lady is gonna' be pretty confused when she sees a broken lunch tray." Aspen noted, hoisting her bag on her shoulder.
Scott blew out a sigh, "Jackson knows. He cornered me in the hall and told me if I didn't give him what I have, he'll tell Allison." From his explanation, Aspen remembered that she hadn't told Scott about Jackson's confrontation in the woods.
"I probably should have mentioned this earlier, but he cornered me too."
Scott abruptly stopped amidst the flooded halls, circling his hand around Aspen's wrist to face him. "He cornered you, and you didn't tell me?" he almost looked hurt that she would withhold something like that from him.
Aspen gave a quick shrug with guilt in her tone, "It wasn't a natural progression to any of our conversations." she tried to lessen the blow, but Scott only gaped at her pathetic excuse.
"Werewolf talk is in our everyday conversations, June. You should have told me. Did he hurt you or anything?"
Aspen appreciated his protective nature and concern but shook her head. "I'm fine. But Jackson knowing is a risk. Was he saying something in the lunchroom?"
A low growl emitted from his chest, tossing around the memory in his mind. "Some crap about getting on Allison. But that besides the point. Stiles has a plan--"
"Oh, no..." Aspen butted in with a hopeless frown, knowing Stiles' plan never played out correctly. Backfire was a more appropriate word.
"No, I swear it's not that bad. Stiles said it would take a little time and finesse."
Aspen scrunched her nose, waving his words in her mind. "Well, how much time are we talking about here? You guys have the quarterfinal game tonight. Not to mention Stiles is playing his first game as a starter. He can't miss it." Despite all the jokes Aspen made about Stiles being a lousy player, she was hoping to see him play a successful game tonight. She hadn't said anything, meaning for it to be a surprise, but she made a poster dedicated to Stiles with a painting of his jeep drizzled in blue glitter.
"I know, I know. I told him that. But I don't think he should be alone. I still need to get the necklace from Allison while you go find Stiles to head to his place." Scott's eyes got lost, looking over Aspen's shoulder as he saw Allison walking down the hall. Aspen turned around to see Jackson having a heated discussion with Lydia in the middle of the hallway before he strode away, blowing one last kiss toward his girlfriend. Lydia looked shocked, her hand gripping her phone as her eyes found Aspen staring at her.
